Mushy mush

We made it four weeks! To tell you the truth, the time seems to have flown by. It's amazing how quickly your day goes when you are either feeding your baby or about to feed your baby.
I have gotten to hate nighttime feedings. Why? Because there is an alarm clock monster that turns off my alarm and I have been waking up in a panic because Olivia is an hour past her feeding. Olivia does not seem to be too concerned as she is fast asleep (I "should" consider myself lucky), but I freak out that I have deviated from the schedule and my boobs will take notice. It's so great that they (they meaning the evil breastfeeding nazis) put all of this stress on you that you need to either pump or breastfeed at least every 3 hours to keep up your supply. I feel like I am diminishing my supply every minute I miss a feeding. Even though I have nothing to really do lately but be at Olivia's beck and call, it is amazing how hard it is to stay on schedule. But, the nighttime feedings are driving me crazy. Not just because of the alarm clock monster...sometimes the night feedings blur together and I can't even remember if I fed her three hours ago. I try to visualize it in my head...that's like visualizing when you last took a breath or blinked. One does it so often that they all blur into one. I hope I can be as lucky at the next pediatrician visit with her weight gain as I was the last. Until then, I will just stress out.
What can I say about Olivia. She's as cute as ever. She makes a million different facial expressions a minute. Sometimes you could swear she's non-verbally telling you the most FASCinating story. I wish I knew what she was thinking. "I had some FABulous milk today, mommy, and THEN I wet my diaper...that didn't feel too good, but THEN you changed me and I felt all better. You're the BEST mommy EVER!" Something like that...
The other hard thing about being on O's schedule...I can't remember anything. This makes blogging difficult. I can't be my usual witty self when I don't have any poignant stories to tell. I think that's why it is such a blessing that we have digital cameras to document every second of our baby's life. Otherwise, it would be lost in the (to quote Alec Baldwin) "mushy mush" that is our mommy brains. This may also be why maternity leave is so important. I don't want to know what sort of gibberish I would be producing were I back at work. They say that the first six weeks is what counts for maternity leave and the second six is for bonding. (They meaning those who dictate my short-term disability payments). I think that's just their way of allowing the mom to stay home with her baby and not pay for the mushy mush.
Like I mentioned before, I have been feeling pretty good and up to working out again. Yesterday, my mom was generous enough to babysit while I went to yoga. (Remember Madame Mama? Yes, I returned to her class.) First, it is amazing how many yoga classes are at my disposal and how many yoga classes conflict with Olivia's feeding schedule. Second, madame mama's (MM) class was great. I am not as flexible as I had hoped I would be, but I felt great afterward. MM even threw in a position for "those who just gave birth" even though, "those" was obviously only me as every other woman in the class was past her birthin' time. I felt so good it didn't even bother me that a fellow yogi asked me when I was due. (ouch). Actually, that didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. If someone asked me that in a year, then I might have a problem, but now, I am proud of my pooch. It's like a battle scar, and we all know the war that I went through in labor.